Year Seven:Blindsided

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J. K. Rowling: It is her world I just play in it.


Chapter 9- The Effects and the Side Effects


By lunch Draco was relieved to find that the potion he’d concocted in order to counteract his feelings for Hermione seemed to be working even better than he dared to hope it would. With only one week until the Halloween Ball he’d finished the time consuming, though simple brew. The aforementioned potion could not have been completed too soon for the young wizard. The dreams of his beloved Hermione were becoming far too graphic for his comfort during the last week. He was left to wonder why the intensity of his dreams had increased so rapidly and so suddenly. Particularly the dream that he’d had last night:

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He was sitting in the common room reading a book for Principles of Advanced Arithmancy when she drifted gracefully down the stairs wearing a translucent ivory satin nightgown which did very little to conceal the details of the gentle curves to which it clung. He leaned forward, glad that his robes concealed the erection that the vision in white, which stood in front of him, had given him. He made a vain attempt to look away from her, it was too late the siren held him helplessly in her thrall. His cheeks flushed a brilliant scarlet.


“You don’t have to be bashful, Draco. I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to.” She crossed the room and stood in front of him, an amorous smile on her delicate face. She reached into his lap to remove the book that stood in the way of her prize.


Her right hand closed the book and her left slid under it and between his legs before lingering a moment on his hard sex, then hefting the volume from his legs. As she bent over he could clearly see the endowments, which her nightgown had obscured, if barely. He felt his erection stiffen further, for ages he’d dreamed of the moment when he would see her perfect breasts for the first time.


She licked her lips as she turned to face him again, “I believe you have a present for me hiding up under those robes of yours,” she said shaking her hair loose from the ponytail in which it had been. She moaned and placed the tip of her left index finger into her mouth and began to suck on it, taunting the wizard who sat in front of her. He bit his lip as she slid her nightgown up her perfect thighs and straddled his legs.


“Mmm…Draco you are so big. Imagine what you could do to me with your cock,” the young witch panted. She began to rub her body against his, gently massaging his manhood. She began to savagely bite his neck and suck on his ear lobe; she could feel his body respond to her touch. “Just tell me what you want, I’ll do ANYTHING you want me to,” she whispered into his ear in a breathy voice.


He leaned forward and pulled her closer to him, then kissed her with all the animal lust he was capable of. “Put me in your mouth,” he demanded.


She was only too happy to oblige. She slid from his lap and eagerly pushed his robes up to reveal his erect phallus. She looked up into his eyes for a moment before diving between his legs like a starving woman into a plate of meat. His eyes rolled back into his head, she was a VERY gifted witch.


He felt his pleasure escalating to the point of explosion, he was not ready, he gently pulled her to her feet and he pulled the robe from his shoulders. He slipped the nightgown over her head with practiced ease. He lowered her to the ancient table and spread her legs. His fingers found their way into her; she gasped in response to his forceful, masculine behavior. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. He took this as a cue to give her the present she had so accurately located in his robes sometime earlier.


He entered her gently, but that gentle touch was abandoned almost immediately, as she demanded that he thrust harder and deeper. Just at the moment that he could no longer hold his pleasure he felt her body stiffen and her muscles clench beneath him. She arched her back and screamed with ecstasy. She pulled him to her and they shared an exceptionally delicate kiss.
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As he considered this dream from the abstract position secured by the use of the potion he could not understand what could have driven him from wanting to have them. Without the emotional attachment the dreams seemed too alluring, too much fun to go without. He would love to have his way with her, mudblood though she was. But he was smart enough to realize that there had to be an excellent reason why he had wished to be rid of these dreams in the first place, so he did not trouble himself to think of the filthy mudblood again. In fact, he did not seem at all interested in the sexual conquest of anyone any longer.


Hermione sat at lunch pushing the food on her plate around miserably, she felt so…empty. The strange thing was that he couldn’t say why she felt this way. She was still on top academically, in every subject. Her grades were usually a great source of pride for her, but today they inspired no joy whatsoever. She had repaired the rift between herself and Ron; Harry was no longer drooling over her. She and Ginny hadn’t had a row, there seemed to be no reason for the funk in which she found herself.


Ginny watched her friend from across the table with sad eyes. In all the years she had known Hermione she had never seen her so despondent. “Hermione, are you alright?” Hermione did not look up.


“Hermione?”


“Huh?” she said meeting Ginny’s glance with confusion. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”


Ginny saw that it would do no good to try and pry the source of her friend’s depression from her just yet, so she changed the subject, “What are you going to wear to the Halloween Ball?”


“I had a set of velvet dress robes made over the summer, they are royal blue. Come by the suite sometime and I’ll show them to you.”


“Are you finished eating?”


“Uh-huh.”


“Then how about we go now?” Ginny suggested. She saw an opportunity to get her friend talking and she would not let it pass her by. Ginny made polite conversation with her friend until they reached the common room of the Head-boy and girl.


Ginny could feel the tension eating away at Hermione and hoped that all it would take for her to spill the beans, as it were, was a little bit of privacy. As the two witches entered the common room Ginny looked around, stunned. Hermione noticed the gaping mouth and awestruck eyes of her friend and she laughed. “I know, I felt the same way when I first saw this place. Maybe it would be worth trying to study harder so that it can be yours next year?”


“Yeah,” Ginny snorted.


Hermione shook her head and invited the redhead up to see her bedroom. When Ginny was once again able to speak, she went through the formality of viewing Hermione’s dress robes. They were, indeed, the most exquisite garments that Ginny had ever seen.


Hermione modeled the robes; they seemed to increase her grace tenfold. She caught a passing glance in the mirror, and it seemed to her that the robes were an elegant cascade of water pouring down from her shoulders and spilling onto the floor. She was taken aback by the vision that greeted her, could that reflection really belong to her. It had taken so many long years, but finally when she looked in the mirror she saw not a girl, but a woman.


Hermione carefully removed the robes and hung them in the wardrobe so that they might breathe before the Ball, which would take place in a few days. She then joined her friend on the bed. She made a few unimportant little statements before the big news came rushing out of her with the force of a tidal wave, “We learned the difference between Celtic and Norse runes, it was really fascinating. And Draco almost kissed me,” her hands flew to her mouth, as though they could take the statement that she had just made and make it disappear.


“What did you just say?” Ginny had been right! All it had taken for the truth to come out had been getting her alone and talking about something harmless.


“I said that I find the subtle differences between Norse and Celtic runes to be fascinating.”


“No, after that. What happened, why didn’t it happen? Is this why you’ve been so bloody sad today?”


“I don’t know what happened, maybe I tried to kiss him too, but I think, no I’m sure that we would have if…”


“If what?”


“Ginny let me talk! Snape, he walked in. He didn’t say anything, but maybe that is because it was just too weird.”


“When did this happen?”


“The first.”


“You waited a whole month to tell me?”


“No. I waited two whole months to tell you. And you are the only one I’ve said a word to.”


“Wait, there is something else going on here isn’t there?”


“Yeah, since the middle of the summer I had been taking a potion to reverse my infatuation with Draco. I was having dreams so graphic that I couldn’t sleep, and besides it was Malfoy.”


“Hermione, I had no idea that it was so serious. I wish you’d told me sooner. Maybe I could have found some way to help you.”


“There is still more to it; last week the potion stopped working, and at first I didn’t know why. As it turns out, I have a big problem; I’ve fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. Love is the only thing that can counter an anti-infatuation potion. So, I did a bit of research and found a spell that will turn my feeling for him off as long as I continue to take it. There are some drawbacks, it kind of makes me moody and it is a mild appetite suppressant.”


“Yikes!”


“Well, I hope to find that it’s worth the side effects.”


“Sweetie, come here. You heed a hug.” Ginny pulled the relieved Hermione to her and the strength she got from the hug seemed to make the rest of the day bearable. Ginny left to go to class, and Hermione smiled. Maybe it was better not to feel, nothing could distract her form her schoolwork; this assured that her academic success would continue. Draco could date whomever he wanted to and it would no longer faze her in the least.


Over the next few days it seemed that quite a lot of Hermione’s friends were concerned about her new demeanor, she was not cold exactly, but she no longer radiated warmth. It was disconcerting to see the dead glaze that fell over her eyes when she was not directly involved in conversation. She tried her best to excuse her stoicism by saying that she was overworked and sick. None of them believed this for a second, but not one of them, save Ginny, had the courage to ask her the real reason. Not that she’d have told them. Well, she might have told Harry part of the reason, but as always, he was oblivious to the world around him.


Even Draco, despite his dose of a similar potion, was more concerned with her than he should be. His potion made him a bit nauseous, and tended to revert his attitude back to that of the one he had as an ignorant first-year student. This proved to be as big of an advantage for the blond wizard as Hermione’s attitude change had been a detriment to her. He managed to dismiss his concerns when the grades for the most recent test were posted; the bitch had beaten him again! Unbelievable.


Yes, Draco Malfoy had returned. The beautiful blond wizard was no longer comfortable wearing the attitude that it had taken him years to shed. Immediately after lunch he headed to the Head-boy and girl’s bathing chamber and decided to try and scrub the disgusting feeling that thoughts, such as the ones he was having, away with hot water and lather. No matter how hard he scrubbed he could not rid himself of the filth that he felt caked his otherwise flawless ivory skin. It seemed that this was the price he must pay to forget his feelings for her; he would no longer be comfortable in his own skin.